What if those creatures shaped from tree stumps and mailboxes and shadows are watching over us? What if the tingle in my fingertips is the surge of magic through my skin? What if I am split, fractured, broken? What if the world actually works by the rules we only understand while our minds are dizzy and thrumming on drugs?

What then? Do we take the risk and take the leap and break the boundaries of society? Do we close our eyes, cross our fingers, and wish it all away?